28.2.13

I don't think I'll ever say the things I want to, but hell, who will?

But if I could, I'd tell you just how significant you are. We could be best friends, or just acquaintances, or maybe even schoolmates who hasn't said hi to each other in 3 years, but I won't forget you. I'll tell stories about all of you, one day. They won't be a hundred percent true, like in the words of Sylvia Plath, either you'll over dramatise it or underplay it. And that's exactly what I'll do. But you'll be a story nevertheless.